Bullshit Artist

When people ask me what I do, I now reply "I'm an artist". The first few times I felt like a fraud, but I soon got over that. Besides, now it's the truth. Well it will be from next week, because Friday is my last day in the office.

I can't say Friday is my last day of work, because I stopped working about six weeks ago. No, make that six months ago. Still it's the turning up and sitting around that's a drag.

So now I'm an artist, an unemployed hippy bum.

I couldn't be happier.